Blackout
Midnight Revelry: Unveiling the Dark Dance of Liberation
Lyrics
All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.
All the aftermath of partying, including empty bottles and ashes, covers the ground.
The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.
People, particularly women, leave the party with their skirts lifted, suggesting a casual attitude towards the situation.
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
Considering leaving the party and asking if the listener wants to leave too.
The disco ball is swinging low.
The party is reaching its end as indicated by the descending disco ball.
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.
The narrator finds solace in music, specifically on the radio, as a connection to the past.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.
An exclamation to blackout, indicating a desire to forget or lose consciousness. The reference to the Devil suggests a rebellious or hedonistic attitude.
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.
The music on the radio is a comforting force that guides the narrator home.
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.
Being overwhelmed by the spinning crowd at the party, struggling to maintain control.
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
The influence of alcohol or substances ("liquid trash") leads to singing the wrong song, possibly reflecting a loss of control or disorientation.
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
Considering leaving the party again and questioning the listener's willingness to go home.
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the, oh.
Expressing a commitment to dance or move to the rhythm of the music.
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known.
Realization that the music on the radio is not uplifting or inspiring, but rather garbage.
I should have fucking known.
A sense of regret or frustration for not recognizing the poor quality of the music sooner.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.
Repeating the call to blackout, emphasizing the influence of negative forces (the Devil) on the accelerator pedal, possibly symbolizing a reckless or self-destructive behavior.
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking home.
The undesirable content on the radio is guiding the narrator home.
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.
Criticizing popular music lists as nothing more than soothing but unimportant songs for overweight individuals.
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.
Expressing dissatisfaction with the quality of hits experienced in the past.
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.
If achieving success means listening to the current music, the narrator would prefer to embrace defeat.
Am I right?
Rhetorical question seeking agreement on the dissatisfaction with the current situation.
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